by the guardian bees giving warning of the approach of an enemy and ready to sting.
On one side of the inclosure the old bee-keeper was smoothing a hoop, and did not see Levin; and Levin, without speaking to him, stood in the midst of his apiary.
He was glad of the chance of being alone so as to collect himself in face of the reality which had so suddenly come into vivid contrast with his recent state of mind.
He remembered that he had already been angry with Ivan, had shown coldness to his brother, and had spoken foolishly with Katavasof.
"Can it be possible that my happiness was only a transitory feeling, which will pass away, and leave no trace behind?"
But at the same moment as he analyzed his state of mind, he felt with joy that his experience had left new and important results. Practical life had only temporarily disturbed the spiritual calm which he had found; but in his heart it was still intact. Just as the bees, buzzing around him, threatened him, and robbed him of his physical calm, and compelled him to defend himself, so did the cares which surrounded him, as he sat in his little cart, disturb his spiritual calm; but this lasted only while he was in their midst. Just as his physical strength was intact while he was defending himself against the bees, so his newly attained spiritual power was also unimpaired.
CHAPTER XV
"Do you know, Kostia, whom Sergyeï Ivanovitch found on the train?" said Dolly, after she had given her children their cucumbers and honey. "Vronsky. He's going to Serbia."
"Yes! and not alone either. He's taking out a squadron of cavalry at his own expense," said Katavasof.
"That's like him," answered Levin. "But are vol-
